So, last night, amid some grunting, a lot of groaning and definitely some filthy words, the two of us got the couch into the living room. We paused to vacuum it off, then I lit the candles in the fireplace and the four of us (the PH, Molly, Casey and moi) collapsed onto it. The lights were off, the candles were glowing in the fireplace, we were nestled together as a little family... and the PH kept jumping up to move things or clean things or list off everything that still has to be done to the house.
Every.single.time I tried to point out how much we had accomplished and perhaps bask in the glow of that accomplishment a little, the PH interrupted me to talk about what hadn't been done yet. So, in the glow of the candles, cuddled up with the dogs for the first time in our new living room, I began to plan ways to incapacitate my husband. He's going to learn to enjoy those moments even if one of us has to die trying!